I was confused when people told me I was “getting better.” Yes, I was less distracted; I could read a few sentences; and remember a few more things. But, I didn’t feel better. My heart hurt.

Prayers – so many prayers – for healing, and then waiting for whatever was next. When I had a good day, I was convinced that I was starting into the next phase – moving on towards “better.” That made the bad days all the more devastating.

the big a ha

Weeks went by before I it finally hit me: there are no milestones, no half-way points, and certainly no end to this process. This is a lifelong journey that feels like scaling vertical rock face. I have to decide if I choose life.And I get to choose – every single day –how I want to live that life.

Andy Warhol said, “They always say that time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.”